Wednesday, July 4, 2007 - Yesterday's Summer

My mind turns back,

To the summer days,

Of my childhood years ago,

To the baseball games,

Fireman’s picnics,

Cornfields all in a row.

I can still feel,

The warmth of the breeze,

Kissing at my skin,

As we rode our bikes,

Around the block,

Greeting neighbors with a grin.

As the sprinklers rained,

Their drops of sunshine,

Upon the hungry ground,

I hear the splashing,

Of tiny feet,

No greater fun was found.

The darkness of,

The summer sky,

Was a treasure to behold,

Filled with fireworks,

And bright fireflies,

And stories to be told.

Each time I smell,

Freshly cut grass,

Its sweetness takes me away,

To family and friends,

We used to know,

In the summers of yesterday.

VMD

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